An insight into the world of films from a girl obsessed with jellyfish

Day 70 – Captain America

So, I’ve been slacking the past couple of days. My excuse? University work. Yep. But the next few days are filled with helping my friend moving house, and in between we will be watching films. The same friend that tortures me with bad movies, just so you know. But today, he’s feeling generous. He thought it was about time that I watched a decent movie. And so here we are, Day 70.

Captain America. Based on the comic by Marvel, a weedy man turns into a superhero to defeat Nazi’s.

My friend assured me that this, in fact, would be a good film. Usually, I take his word for it when he says films are good. And seeing as he’s put me through enough hell in the past few weeks, I thought he was being geniune.

Hmm.

I’m going to sound rather hypocritical right now. I’m sure you are well aware that in films, I love the good guy. You know the ones that I mean; the ones that will do anything for the ones they love, to the point where it probably becomes pathetic. Whilst everyone else in the room is criticizing that character, I feel all squishy and mushy and just want one to hang up on my wall and say squishy and mushy things at me. So, naturally, along comes Captain America, possibly the most genuine superhero of all time, who will do whatever he can to save the world. Surely, surely, I will fall head over heels in love with him.

No.

I’m sorry guys. I don’t know what it is, but he’s too perfect. I mean, superheros need some kind of flaw. That’s what makes you want to follow them, you know? They have that one moment of weakness, that moment where they could, and seriously want to, destroy everything and everyone around them. And then, hey ho, all’s good again and they save the world. Yay! Captain America doesn’t have this moment. He’s too damn nice. And that bugs the hell out of me. It really does. And, I’m sorry, Chris Evans possibly does a fantastic job, but no. I didn’t like this superhero. Sorry.

And then there’s the ‘love interest’. I have never heard anyone so painfully British in my entire existence. And I am British! It was honestly like she was thrown into the film literally so Britain could have it’s say in WW2. Every word that came out of that woman’s mouth was just agonizing. And her range of emotions. Oh, she had so many. Ugh. Stupid cow.

Enough of that. Let’s move to what I did like.

Hugo freaking Weaving. This man does everything like a baws. Okay, so maybe his German accent was slightly dodgy, and yes, okay, that one line “YOU ARE FAILING” was slightly comical to me, but everything else this man did was just god-like. He is far too good for this film. You do not mess with this man, otherwise you will be killed in possibly the most horrific way imaginable. Yep. Damn straight. Hugo Weaving, ladies and gentlemen.

Stanley Tucci. So, okay, this man is not in the film for very long, but you know what? I don’t care. He is amazing in everything he does. He has a bad accent too in this film, but pah! Forgiven! I like him. Not much more need be said.

And you know what? I like the ending. My friend told me that I would, and guess what? I did. It made me feel squishy. Took long enough did it not? But yeah, I like it. Can’t ruin it, in case you haven’t seen this already, but it is a pretty good ending.

So, would I watch this film again. Probably not. From the Marvel line, I’m more of an X-Men or Hulk girl. This, Iron Man and Thor just don’t cut it for me. Kind of leaves me wondering whether or not I should bother even attempting to watch The Avengers movie that everyone’s all hyped up about. But, I’m not a fan of the comic. From what I’ve heard, this film is the best Marvel movie out there for the comic lovers, so go ahead and watch it. Even if it is just for Hugo Weaving.

Oh. Click this. It’s what should have been said. You’ll know what I mean.